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“Don’t Job look jist like Mariar Mifsud goin’ to meetin’,” gurgled Betty. “I hope my breakfast won’t be quite so—” “Well, now, is that so? It sounds to me like a furrin word,” returned Mrs. Wopp, who admired Mrs. Mifsud’s polished utterances, while by no means undervaluing her own rhetorical gifts..
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